Dragonborn Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

“Were you planning on placing her before the king without warning her what to expect? Did you want her to be traumatized all over again when King Edgar turns into a dragon in order to fly up to his chair, only to revert back to a man when he is seated? Did you intend to keep her in the dark about what she carries in her belly? Believe me, son, if she was not pregnant before, I cannot believe she is not now. Venom or not. You have been with her far too many times for your seed not to take hold. She says she loves you. How can she love you when she knows not what you truly are? You must tell her and you must tell her now.” “Your king turns into a dragon?” she gasped as she inched away from

Jennifer said while Zac grunted in agreement. How come they couldn’t hear his voice? How come it was only her? The dragon slowly transformed into a bulkier man with long shaggy hair that reached his waist. He was tan and his clothes were almost like ancient robes when Demetrius celebrates it festivals. “The dragons have felt Elijah Trueblade’s power. He must have been somewhere around here. But here I am, meeting his aide… and his lover that should have died a long time ago.” Her three companions turned to her in shock. Sophia swallowed as she stepped forward.

) Zakerius Togar - Zah-kee-rius Toh-Gah *This will be updated as more characters are introduced.

George gritted his teeth, looking at the idiot in front of him. "It's not that easy. He is not a normal dragon. He is Drake Hamilton, the most powerful orange dragon ever born. No one can kill him just like that. Not even the dragon elders. Even if we complain, he has a valid reason to be there in the fairy world. So not even the dragon elders could punish him for that" George pointed out.

Characters: Bryson – Alpha of the Thunderstorm Pack (22 years old) Dante and Talon – Youngest two of the dragon triplets and sons of Rhys and Aaron (21 years old) Third Person POV “Look how the mighty have fallen,” the dragon brothers sneered, their tone dripping with sarcasm and irony as Dante and Talon hovered over the bloodied figure of the Great Commander of the Secret Forces. The battlefield reeked of ash, torn leather and the metallic sting of death. And at the center of it, half-submerged in his own blood, lay Bryson — Alpha, legend, war-born heir of the Thunderstorm Pack.

“Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.” My wings unfurl, lunar light flaring, but the construct’s gaze pierces me, and the forge shifts. I’m no longer in the citadel—I’m in a Conclave chamber, centuries ago, Elara’s lunar mark glowing, her voice pleading. “Don’t trust Taryn,” she says, her amber-silver eyes meeting Jorah’s. “His Veilbinder pact with Voren will doom us.” Jorah’s aura, primal and steady, falters as Taryn steps from the shadows, his blade striking Elara’s heart. She falls, silver blood pooling, and Jorah roars, claws slashing, but Taryn’s shadows overwhelm him. I scream, my claws slashing air, but it’s a vision, a memory, and the constr

--- When the last of the creatures fell, we collapsed on the far side of the chasm, panting and bloodied. “What were those things?” Freya asked, her voice trembling slightly. “Shadowborn,” Sienna said grimly. “They’re not alive, not really. Just echoes of something that used to be.” Freya shuddered, her earlier bravado completely gone. As we regrouped, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. The Shadowlands were testing us, and the worst was yet to come. ---

"By the gods… Half-beasts with Aetherblood!" All the beastfolk beheld the omen as cheers thundered across valleys and peaks. "The gods have returned! Our people will rise again!" "Draken Vorgath of the dragons is undoubtedly the chieftain!" The three hatchlings waddled from the hatching chest to my feet and nuzzled my hands affectionately. With a bright shimmer of white light, they transformed into three plump, rosy-cheeked babies. I melted on the spot. Kissing one, then another, I touched their faces as if I could never get enough.

I say as I laugh. The black dragon lunges for me as the gold dragon stops him with a growl. I watch as the dragomans eyes change from a beautiful shade of blue to pitch black as I laugh. Loving the reaction that I got from him I decide to go ahead and continue as I step closer to the back wall.

Wynter said out loud. “He doesn’t know how to come out,” Wynter said. “Come forth child of mine,” Abeloth said. Wynter arched his back slightly as the little dragon separated from him and stumbled over his own legs and fell down on the grass. “You’re so silly,” Wynter said. “He’s beautiful Abeloth,” I said. “This is Echo,” Abeloth said and the dragon stood up straight with his head in the air. He was the same height Wynter was and he looked almost black.